The arm expanded, a body seemingly rising out of the earth. A shoulder attached to a neck, covered in the same pumpkin orange as the arm's elbow length. Eyes that were wide, frightened and blue, appeared beneath honey brown locks that draped over the forehead of the fox. He kept looking onward as his muzzle formed, waggling his jaw to try to make noise. At last he gained all the necessary parts to scream...and he did.
"Help! In the name of whatever sick deity allows this stuff to keep happening to me, someone get me some legs!" Just then, Bourbon heard a thunderous gunshot... "Akara?" He thought, "I saw Reign here...but he thought I was a Demon..." Here his inner monologue was pouting. "Come to think of it, he's never saw my Dandelion Spirit..." Then he saw them, Reign and Wing together in the near distance. "C'mon legs...sprout some roots...by now I should be in germination but my body seems to reacting slower to nature here...wait..."His eyes narrowed,
"Whats that? Who am I? I'm Bourbon...Oh wait, you remember me? I'm distant from home? Oh crap...I'm going to have to do THAT again? ...At least my bottle of strawberry is here to..." Bourbon reached down to grab his beloved Strawberry Tonic, but alas, the bottle was strapped to his non-existant thigh. "**** my life..."
Bourbon took out a dagger from his tunic and bit down hard on the handle. His body suddenly spasmed and contorted and his legs seemingly shot out from beneath his body and tiny spindles of plant life sank into the dirt from his follicles. He was screaming, but nothing came out, only pollen and dust as his body acclimated itself to the nature of this new world.
Suddenly a demon leaped towards the horrendous sight, hissing threateningly. Bourbon merely looked at the fiend and his eyes, glowing yellow and green, flashed with rage, sending a earthen wall up to block and pummel the thing
Soon, it was over, and Bourbon lay helpless on the earth...hoping that either it or someone else would protect him as he fainted from pain. Again.
